COMMENTRIES

This was my book of pain 
with no ending. 
Life had two meanings- 
Anticipation of today, 
and fear of tomorrow. 
Time was running out 
like sand from fists, 
mists were rising, 
commentaries on setting sun had begun. 

Mind was calculating, computing all the time 
the duality of desire. 
I wanted to catch the words, 
the movement of grief, 
the completeness of a thought. 
It came as a stroke- 
the revelation of self. 

We did not want to break 
the bondage of problems. 
It was complete annihilation 
of our identity. 
We loved conflicts 
we loved to hate. 
We adored the disorientation. 
The violence of our thoughts 
created an empty wasteland.

Satish Verma